ChaseWe've never had the smartest animals. But they were still ours, and like my babies. Chase was a German Shepard mix that we got from the local animal shelter. We named him Chase because that's what he did...chase EVERYTHING!! From rabbits, dogs, cats, rocks, sticks, the lawn mower... He was 7 when we lost him...almost exactly a year ago on August 31. I was at work, my brother home mowing the lawn. I got off early and when I got home, the lawn mower was sitting in the yard, my brothers car gone. I just figured something broke on the crap mower again, and my bro went to get the part...until I walked in the garage and only 2 dogs where in the cubbies. I went in the house, yelling for Chase. He liked to hide under beds if he didn't want to get penned up. Yelled and looked everywhere. Then I called my bro on his cell. Asked where Chase was. He tells me Chase got hit by a car and he was on the way to the vet. I jumped in my car and I don't think I have ever driven that fast down the mountain road that we live on. I get to the vet just as Daniel is walking back to his car to close the door and park in a spot. The vet stabilized Chase, but told us we had to take him to another one, a specialist. He had a several concussion, bleeding from ears, nose and mouth, shattered leg, dislocated shoulder. My mom and other brother met us at the specialist. We were told that the chances were that he wouldn't make it through the night, and if he did, he would need numerous surgeries. The cost to keep him over night was $7,000. We were trying to think of ways to get the money. Dogs are a part of the family. Not just pets. After an hour off crying and deliberation, we decided to put him down. When he took his last breaths, we were all hugging him and crying. For the next 2 weeks I cried every day, as well as my mom. My brothers cried all night, and the one who was home when it happened did for a couple days. We buried him at the house, and planted rose bushes. He was so full of life and energy. My other dogs were very depressed when they realized Chase wasn't "coming home" for days they wouldn't eat or play. I miss my Chasey...who played, barked at and chewed on rocks, hid my mom's reading glasses, and cuddled with you.
sab01 26-30, F 0 Aug 22, 2012